The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 853

What about spilling the beans that her husband, the one Arya thought was not on Brian's level, was actually Charles?

"Um... Noelle, please don't be mad. I didn't mean it that way. You chose him, so he's got to have something you adore and is worth your while. I don't know the guy, so I really shouldn't judge, you know..."

"It's cool. I'm not upset!" Noelle said, pulling back her hand. "Enough about me. So, you mentioned Mr. Parker's got a girlfriend now? How'd you find out?"

Arya, relieved that Noelle was not holding a grudge, whipped out her phone eagerly. "Oh, it's all because I was killing time shopping the other day. I suddenly saw Mr. Parker with some chick. They were having dinner together and looking all lovey-dovey!"

As she spoke, Arya flipped through her phone's gallery and handed it to Noelle. "Look, it's this girl right here. The shot's a bit blurry since they were far off, but I'd bet my last dollar she's Mr. Parker's girl."

"Were you secretly snapping pics?" Noelle asked, eyebrows raised, but she still reached out to take a look.

Noelle thought to herself that if Brian had actually found himself a girlfriend, she would have to give Teresa a heads-up. Teresa was her good friend, after all, and she deserved to know before things got too serious.

photo, the more it seemed oddly familiar. She zoomed in on the blurry outline, and her eyes

focus on the photo. "You can barely make it out, you

any more shots?" Noelle

cool to take photos like this, so I... uh, only snapped a couple. Here's another

flipped to

still hard to see, but Noelle was sure it was Teresa. She smirked and puffed out her phone. "Send me those two photos. This stays just

If Mr. Parker finds out I've been taking sneaky shots of him, I'm done for!" Arya blurted out, but Noelle just grinned. "Chill out.

why do you want

out!" With that, she used Arya's messenger app to send the photos

by the minute, but Noelle clammed up whenever she tried to probe. It was driving Arya

Noelle finally

and hawed, not spilling the beans until Noelle

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